Ah di Globe
Saint Mary
(Mmm)
Ah Sean Ice
In times like these
Man haffi stay grateful G (Yeah)
Memba mi couldn't buy the rice and peas
Mummie Neva grow man weak
Stand up on mi G** D*** feet (Soulja)
Mi know the tears mi know di pain
Di sacrifice it take fi gain
Mi know di ones weh change
Ah part yuh life yo Octane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah the ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta the slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta the slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di system done set it
Livity nuh right
Nuh food fi counter act
When hungry ah strike
Hours ah night
Yute live ah stop light
Water ah run from mi eye
Like yuh tun on a pipe
The struggle the pain
The sun the rain
Promises the same
No one to blame
Mi haffi fly like plane
And ten off like a train
Ah true the music
Mi past it ah drive mi insane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di god dam town
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
The hype
The fun
The knife the gun
Mi wife mi son
Mi life nuh done
Gold chain round neck
Diamonds and platinum
Lock dung some big show
Man soon ram up stadium
The table haffi turn
Suffah haffi earn
Man done wid di war
No more skin nuh fi burn
Ah di tearful days and tearful nights
Dem ting deh mek mi learn
I Octane Chorus
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di way mi try
Di tears mi cry
With burden overload
Nuff treat mi like mi nuh worth a dime
Mi carry on and hold mi own
But when far we a forward from
Mi couldn't make it on mi own
True GT mi nuh know yuh proud
I Octane and Sean Ice
Yo Platinum Kids
?Boss Ghetto Yutes DEm
Hold it Man
Deh YA
Times Like These (feat. I Octane) Video (MV)
Performed By: Shawn Ice
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: ANWAR DACOSTA, BYIOME MUIR, DESMOND D GAVIN, LIVEON JUNIOR GAVIN, SHAWN ROBERT ASHMORE
Shawn Ice - Times Like These (feat. I Octane) Lyrics
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Ah di Globe
Saint Mary
(Mmm)
Ah Sean Ice
In times like these
Man haffi stay grateful G (Yeah)
Memba mi couldn't buy the rice and peas
Mummie Neva grow man weak
Stand up on mi G** D*** feet (Soulja)
Mi know the tears mi know di pain
Di sacrifice it take fi gain
Mi know di ones weh change
Ah part yuh life yo Octane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah the ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta the slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta the slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di system done set it
Livity nuh right
Nuh food fi counter act
When hungry ah strike
Hours ah night
Yute live ah stop light
Water ah run from mi eye
Like yuh tun on a pipe
The struggle the pain
The sun the rain
Promises the same
No one to blame
Mi haffi fly like plane
And ten off like a train
Ah true the music
Mi past it ah drive mi insane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di god dam town
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
The hype
The fun
The knife the gun
Mi wife mi son
Mi life nuh done
Gold chain round neck
Diamonds and platinum
Lock dung some big show
Man soon ram up stadium
The table haffi turn
Suffah haffi earn
Man done wid di war
No more skin nuh fi burn
Ah di tearful days and tearful nights
Dem ting deh mek mi learn
I Octane Chorus
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di way mi try
Di tears mi cry
With burden overload
Nuff treat mi like mi nuh worth a dime
Mi carry on and hold mi own
But when far we a forward from
Mi couldn't make it on mi own
True GT mi nuh know yuh proud
I Octane and Sean Ice
Yo Platinum Kids
?Boss Ghetto Yutes DEm
Hold it Man
Deh YA
Saint Mary
(Mmm)
Ah Sean Ice
In times like these
Man haffi stay grateful G (Yeah)
Memba mi couldn't buy the rice and peas
Mummie Neva grow man weak
Stand up on mi G** D*** feet (Soulja)
Mi know the tears mi know di pain
Di sacrifice it take fi gain
Mi know di ones weh change
Ah part yuh life yo Octane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah the ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta the slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta the slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di system done set it
Livity nuh right
Nuh food fi counter act
When hungry ah strike
Hours ah night
Yute live ah stop light
Water ah run from mi eye
Like yuh tun on a pipe
The struggle the pain
The sun the rain
Promises the same
No one to blame
Mi haffi fly like plane
And ten off like a train
Ah true the music
Mi past it ah drive mi insane
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di god dam town
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
The hype
The fun
The knife the gun
Mi wife mi son
Mi life nuh done
Gold chain round neck
Diamonds and platinum
Lock dung some big show
Man soon ram up stadium
The table haffi turn
Suffah haffi earn
Man done wid di war
No more skin nuh fi burn
Ah di tearful days and tearful nights
Dem ting deh mek mi learn
I Octane Chorus
It nuh easy fi mek it out ah di ghetto
It nuh easy fi rise from outta di slums
Haffi cook di white flour the cornmeal done
Fresh nuh salt nuh did deh fa ****
Tink it easy fi mek outta di ***
Mek it from outta di slums
Streets Eva hot
Too scorchy* fi some
Fi save mi life mi walk wit gun
Di way mi try
Di tears mi cry
With burden overload
Nuff treat mi like mi nuh worth a dime
Mi carry on and hold mi own
But when far we a forward from
Mi couldn't make it on mi own
True GT mi nuh know yuh proud
I Octane and Sean Ice
Yo Platinum Kids
?Boss Ghetto Yutes DEm
Hold it Man
Deh YA
Writer: ANWAR DACOSTA, BYIOME MUIR, DESMOND D GAVIN, LIVEON JUNIOR GAVIN, SHAWN ROBERT ASHMORE
Copyright: Lyrics © CTSO MUSIC (REFERENCE), O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © CTSO MUSIC (REFERENCE), O/B/O DistroKid